This is why I love what I do

So, anybody who has known me long enough to remember the days of calgaryplanet.com may remember that I used to write a lot, whether it was about myself, an expression, or an emotion that I may have been feeling. For those of you that don't know me for that long but have been updated with my blog or are sort of familiar with it may remember my post a while back called "Her Ring". It was for Diana maybe 3 or 4 years ago that I wanted to post up for the sake of remembering.
Here's a link if you are too lazy to go back and find it..
Her Ring
Now, I'm a member of many forums and online communities which allow me to keep in touch with the car community and help others keep updated with me for whatever reason they may have, whether it be with my pictures, my life or the cars that I shoot. This also helps me get my blog and work out to other people who use these sources. I have gotten a position to shoot for an online import scene because of these sources which was my main reason for having one of these up.
However, today was different... I came home from a long day of school and work to login on to facebook and I have a friend request. I'm usually excited to see a friend request - maybe it's someone that saw me driving on the road, or one of my old friends that have decided to get facebook. Instead, a Michael Arseniu was my request, a name that may not have any meaning to you, just as it didn't to me. Maybe he thought I was another Jason Hoang. Plus, I don't know anybody from State College, PA.

Not too long after accepting the request, I get a message in my inbox saying

"hey man, my name is Michael Arseniu, I own a company called Drift.Tough. selling drift/touge related car parts. Site isn't launched just yet, but will be soon. Any way, I found your blog through fatlace I believe and I saw your poem about promise rings. I immediately called my gf of almost 3 years that I bought a promise ring for at our 1 year anniversary and read it to her. We thought it was amazing, dude. Seriously, that is amazing work, I copied and pasted it into a word doc. with your name and saved it to my desktop. Just thought I would let you know how much we appreciated it.
-Michael"

So now, Micahel Arseniu is no longer a stranger to me rather a person I think I helped. I know, it sounds corny but I never thought in a million years that what I had written years ago would make someone else, whom it wasn't intended for, happy today.
I know this is pretty different than my usual blogs, but I thought this was pretty cool in its own way. Next blog will be more on topic... haha

Her Ring

People often ask me,
"are you married?"
and like always, I reply with a "nope".

And they look at my finger, look at me, look at my finger and I say, "I know. It's complicated, but it's no promise ring... It's just complicated".

I wrote this a few years ago, and I thought I'd put this up again because the question came up at work today. I know it's a bit different than my usual blogs, but I thought I'd go back to my roots of writing today. Anyways, enjoy!

Her ring is not a symbol of how she lives, nor is it how she isn't living it. It does not have the meaning of Love embedded in it, nor does it not symbolize it. It is merely a positive burden. A weight that she carries not on her back but on her finger. It is not the heaviest weight, but it is hard to hold because she holds you also; she carries your needs, your wants, secrets and your deepest desires. And she does this because she knows you do the same for her. So, when "problem" troubles us, I simply look at the ring and remember... I hold her needs, her wants, her secrets and her deepest desires, and she does the same for me, and "problem" is not even close to bigger than the two of us. So, in the end, her ring is not a symbol of how she lives, nor how she isn't. It is a reminder that living does not mean living one life... but two.

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